We had just gotten home from the store. I got Namine into her wheelchair, and started gathering the groceries.

“Daddy,” Namine said, “my wheels are cold. Can you wheel me and carry that in at the same time?”

“Sure,” I said. “I bet I can do it if I try wheelie hard.”

Namine sighed.

“Okay, okay,” I said. “Just buckle up and unlock your brakes. I’ll grab your wheelchair and bring you around.”

Namine sighed again, louder. “Daa-aaad!”

“Oh, don’t worry about me,” I said, pushing her up the hill to our door. “I just hope I don’t get tired.”

Namine turned around to give me a withering glare. “Dad. No.”

I laughed. “No what?”

“No jokes, Dad, no jokes!”